[A combined effort managed to knock Squalo off. He scrambled to his feet and rubbed the side of his hip where the heel of Liet's shoe had hit him.] Voooi. Good one. At least you don't fight like a girl.
[Liet gets to his feet and puts distance between himself and Squalo. And at first his words come out in Lithuanian.] You bastard, you-- [He catches himself.] You think this is a game?!
Vooii! Of course it is! What else would it be? If I was serious you'd be dead. And then I'd have to figure out what to tell people and I might lose my job. It would be too annoying!
That outfit of yours really isn't made for fighting.
[Liet weighs his options. He doesn't have a weapon on him and he's wearing a dress. This isn't the time to continue this. He glares and walks away--keeping an eye on Squalo.]
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That outfit of yours really isn't made for fighting.
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Damn. He can't really tell anyone about this, can he?]